I heard they're cutting off the budget
This year on 22
The year I'm supposed to move
Three vans loads six hours each
On snow packed roads
Nine feet high and twenty wide
My tires are bald and I'm running out of gas
I can't say I'm scared like I used to be scared
Of leaving home alone
I've been here for a whole f*cking decade
God knows some things had to change
God knows I can't stay this way
It's all sixes and twos here in clusters of five
I'm going somewhere soon
With patterns that I can't even begin to understand or wrap my head around
I'm spinning, oh shit
It's not like when I was 16 and I lost my mind
Reveling in imagery and flattery and
All kinds of things I never wanted to be
It still doesn't make sense to me but hey
I can't believe I'm still alive
I do think this is right
I'm sorry one last time
Are they cutting off the funding next year on i5?
Will my daily drive to portland be filled with potholes and poorly maintained interchanges
Stack them five high
Watch them crumble down on top of me
If I'm crushed to death in a minivan
With all my things inside
Who's gonna feed my cat?
I'm not scared like I used to be as a petrified teen
Fueled by drugs and pure adrenaline and love and more love
I'm losing control
I don't feel so clean
We're spinning too fast
Just slow this thing down
Sevens and threes everything's f*cking green
I love it I love it I really think that I do
How about you I haven't even met you
Yet I need you I want you
I miss you I love you
I fear you I hate you
I miss you I love you
Is this the most you'll ever be?
Most you'll ever be?
I'm grieving I'm bereaved
Everyone's still alive and well
Is this the most you'll ever be?
Is this the most I'll ever be?
Is this the most I'll ever be?
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I heard they're cutting off the budget
This year on 22
The year I'm supposed to move
Three vans loads six hours each
On snow packed roads
Nine feet high and twenty wide
My tires are bald and I'm running out of gas
I can't say I'm scared like I used to be scared
Of leaving home alone
I've been here for a whole f*cking decade
God knows some things had to change
God knows I can't stay this way
It's all sixes and twos here in clusters of five
I'm going somewhere soon
With patterns that I can't even begin to understand or wrap my head around
I'm spinning, oh shit
It's not like when I was 16 and I lost my mind
Reveling in imagery and flattery and
All kinds of things I never wanted to be
It still doesn't make sense to me but hey
I can't believe I'm still alive
I do think this is right
I'm sorry one last time
Are they cutting off the funding next year on i5?
Will my daily drive to portland be filled with potholes and poorly maintained interchanges
Stack them five high
Watch them crumble down on top of me
If I'm crushed to death in a minivan
With all my things inside
Who's gonna feed my cat?
I'm not scared like I used to be as a petrified teen
Fueled by drugs and pure adrenaline and love and more love
I'm losing control
I don't feel so clean
We're spinning too fast
Just slow this thing down
Sevens and threes everything's f*cking green
I love it I love it I really think that I do
How about you I haven't even met you
Yet I need you I want you
I miss you I love you
I fear you I hate you
I miss you I love you
Is this the most you'll ever be?
Most you'll ever be?
I'm grieving I'm bereaved
Everyone's still alive and well
Is this the most you'll ever be?
Is this the most I'll ever be?
Is this the most I'll ever be?
This year on 22
The year I'm supposed to move
Three vans loads six hours each
On snow packed roads
Nine feet high and twenty wide
My tires are bald and I'm running out of gas
I can't say I'm scared like I used to be scared
Of leaving home alone
I've been here for a whole f*cking decade
God knows some things had to change
God knows I can't stay this way
It's all sixes and twos here in clusters of five
I'm going somewhere soon
With patterns that I can't even begin to understand or wrap my head around
I'm spinning, oh shit
It's not like when I was 16 and I lost my mind
Reveling in imagery and flattery and
All kinds of things I never wanted to be
It still doesn't make sense to me but hey
I can't believe I'm still alive
I do think this is right
I'm sorry one last time
Are they cutting off the funding next year on i5?
Will my daily drive to portland be filled with potholes and poorly maintained interchanges
Stack them five high
Watch them crumble down on top of me
If I'm crushed to death in a minivan
With all my things inside
Who's gonna feed my cat?
I'm not scared like I used to be as a petrified teen
Fueled by drugs and pure adrenaline and love and more love
I'm losing control
I don't feel so clean
We're spinning too fast
Just slow this thing down
Sevens and threes everything's f*cking green
I love it I love it I really think that I do
How about you I haven't even met you
Yet I need you I want you
I miss you I love you
I fear you I hate you
I miss you I love you
Is this the most you'll ever be?
Most you'll ever be?
I'm grieving I'm bereaved
Everyone's still alive and well
Is this the most you'll ever be?
Is this the most I'll ever be?
Is this the most I'll ever be?
Writer: kadin ⠀
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